My Slime Senses Must Be Tingling Because I Rejoined The Tubbathon Jusst 5 Seconds Before Tubbo Transitioned

my slime senses must be tingling because i rejoined the tubbathon jusst 5 seconds before tubbo transitioned to jort storm

as i'm posting this he freaking did a break down with jort storm???????? losing my shit

CHARLIE FIC BUT D&D AHHHHHHH i loved it so much omy goodness. how they were both really nervous at the start and didn't know the other was too? YUM

Homesick For You (And I Don’t Know Why)

or: d&d first date au

tw:cursing, first date, use of his real name

charlie rocks back and fourth on his heels, cranes his neck in a desolate parking lot and checks his watch for the fourth time.

He's early. this is normal-and you had just texted that you had left, a thirty minute drive for you, but still-he's nervous naturally.

he's had his handful of bad dates before-probably more bad than good-

and you seem great so far; can keep a conversation going, a good sense of humor but fuck he's thought that before about others too.

A tiny car he can't place the name of pulls into the parking lot, a heavy bass comes out of it and he bites the inside of his lip to keep from smiling.

He recognizes your profile immediately, even through tinted windows and the half blurry photos from your dating profile.

He gives you a second to get out of the car, not to seem to eager or anything like that-and his phone vibrates in his hand

you're slowly getting out of your car, your hands shaking as you type out a text to him:

hey charlie! it's-

no no-you backspace-that seems too excited for it

"Hey stranger!"

You jump at the sound of the voice you've only known from phone calls lately.

he comes to your side. there’s an awkward beat for two seconds before he speaks:

"So," he has to physically stop himself from his teeth chattering, all nerves, "Have you played before?"

you blow air out of your lips:

"define play."

he laughs: "i'll take it-"

"I mean like," you're talking over him, so nervous, "Like, with the people i went to high school with. But like, it was super casual-"

he's nodding, holding the door for you as you walk in and you wait in the threshold for him, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you in.

The bar is empty, just you two as you both slide into chairs next to one another, and immediately he's talking. it's more rambling, about his knowledge (or lack thereof) of IPAs, and alcohol in general and "Fuck, I'm gonna freeze and just point, i know it'"

Time moves fast, and before you know it, you're sliding into a chair next to Charlie, knees knocking together. Plans were last second; you hold a character sheet on a dimming phone as you crane your neck to check Charlie's out.

He was kind the entire time, his knees knocking into yours as he's over your shoulder, pointing and offering characters ("No, like. A Monk with religious guilt is a good idea-" or "No, I think if your bard played a flute badly that would arguably make it funnier.")

The game continues and his hand hovers over yours, slowly handing you dice, asking for you to shake it before he rolls it-at first you think it's a bad pick-up line, but when he rolls his second one of the game well-you have to help him when you can.

Charlie sighs dramatically and you expect the worst, something along the lines of: this is the worst date i've ever been on or it's embarrassing how this was your idea of a first date-

instead, he leans back in his seat, the front of the chairs leave the floor, are airborne when he speaks:

"You'll have to throw me."

If it wasn't for the smirk, it would be hard to place he's kidding by the straight face.

"I'm sorry," You're laughing, shaking your head, "I what?!”

He shakes his head, sighing, but the smirk remains:

"Throw me. You're going to have to chuck me at the monster."

"Oh," You're nodding, "I see, you have a death wish."

And finally he's laughing and it's nice- high pitched and loud, but it rips through him, the corner of his eyes squinting as he's clearly happy-it's nice, you find yourself wanting to make him laugh again,

"Look," he's ticking reasons off his fingers, "I'm small, right?"

"I-"

"And!" The second figure comes up, his other hand covers over your finger with a smirk before he can overthink it, "I can land on his head and poke his eyes out..

He pauses, shrugs and waves his hand in the air,

"Or something. Whatever."

And you're laughing again, his hand still on yours, neither of you making the move to move one another's-

"Or whatever," You laugh, "Charlie, you have a death wish.”

He laughs, holding his hands in the air, "Alright, I have a second character made, you caught me."

"You're serious," You're speaking low like it's a secret, your face close enough to him you can smell the liquor on his breath, see the beauty marks that liter and line his face-physically stopping yourself from reaching out and tracing the constellation on his face, "You want me to?"

He leans in: "It would be my honor."

His hand laces into yours under the table, and he's side eyeing you, like he isn't sure this is alright, this is a good first move, but when you're hand squeezes his back, he settles back in with a content look.

Charlie resists the urge to grab either side of your face, pull you close when you successfully chuck him on top of the undead monster, instead pumping his fist in the air-the game pauses there, members needing to leave, needing drink refills, it slowly gets quiet.

"Well," He sighs looking at you, "Who would've thought the big bad guy would be attracted to fire instead of being afraid of it?"

He's teasing, and you're laughing easily.

Your hand is still tangled in his, the pad of his thumb slowly draws circles around your hand, easy looping around again and again, some comfortable movement he does as he listens to you talk.

"I had fun," he says gently, "This might be the best first date l've ever been on."

"Well," You're smiling widely, "you're easy to impress."

"Maybe," he shrugs, "Maybe we could do this again?"

The pad of his thumb is calloused as it runs over the top of your hand and you're thinking how you could get use to this:

"Yeah," playing it cool long gone, "It's a date."

In His Mountain Goat Era

cc!Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie and reader goes bouldering.

Warning(s): swearing.

Word count: 680

A/N: I saw Charlie’s IG story of him climbing, yelled, and birthed this.

“I’m going to climb that one.”

“That one – Charlie, that’s a V4.”

Charlie turns to look at you, an excited grin on his face. His messy hair is slightly stained white from the several times he mussed it with his chalk-stained hands. If he had been wearing his spectacles, you were sure it would be dusty from chalk, too.

“I can do it.”

“You’re going to fall off.”

“It can’t be that much harder than a V3.”

“You completed like one V3. You’re gonna fall,” you jab, but you’re already leaning back as you sit on the floor with an amused smile. You know your boyfriend, and you know that he was definitely going to climb it no matter what you say.

“Bet.”

Not longer than a minute later, there’s a thud on the floor. You walk over to Charlie, looming over him with a smug I-told-you-so grin.

“I’ve hit rock bottom,” he wheezes out.

Snorting, you extend your hand towards him. He takes it without hesitation.

“Come on, mountain goat,” you say as you pull him to standing. “Let’s try some more V3s before attempting that again.”

The two of you spend the next hour completing V3 routes, yelling advice at each other when needed.

“Step on the blue one below!” Charlie yells from the mat.

“Where?” you yell back.

“The dinosaur shaped one!”

“The what?” Your left hand shakes from the effort of holding onto the small hold. You peer below you to try to look for the hold he's describing. “I can’t see that from my perspective, give me the general direction.”

“It’s uh,” he pauses and squints for a second. “Fuck. That’s green, not blue.”

“Charlie what – fuck!”

Your left hand slips from the hold and you fall on the mat with a thud.

After bickering and half-excuses (“I’m not wearing my glasses!” “You’re wearing contacts, idiot!”), Charlie decides to attempt the V4 again.

“Don’t fall this time, love,” you smirk at him.

Charlie stares at the route, humming, and you think he’s trying to map out the route in his head. Then, he turns to you with a playful look in his eyes.

“I won’t if you give me a good luck kiss.”

The smirk on your face immediately melts off and is replaced by a warm sensation on your cheeks. The two of you had been dating for a year, and yet Charlie never failed to find a way to fluster you.

“Come on,” he coaxes. “Pretty please?”

Rolling your eyes, you grab his chin and drag him down towards you into a short kiss. You’re very aware that your fingers are going to leave chalk stains on his chin, but Charlie doesn’t seem to mind as he chases your lips when you pull away. Cheekily, he steals a quick peck on the corner of your lips before turning back to the bouldering wall.

You whip out your phone and press record as Charlie starts to climb the V4. He works his way through the beginning faster now that he has a little more experience. When he falters at particularly difficult hold, you cheer from your spot on the mat.

Before you know it, he reaches the top and matches his hands on the last hold. You’re whooping and cheering at his accomplishment. Charlie turns around to look at you, letting go of one hand to give you a thumbs up, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful man look at you (even with a thumb-shaped white chalk stain on his chin).

When he jumps back down to the mat, you ambush him with a tight hug.

“You did it!”

“All thanks to your good luck kiss,” he replies, grinning down at you.

You roll your eyes at him and give him a light shove.

“My turn.”

You complete the V4 ten seconds faster than Charlie. He argues that it’s because you used his beta. You shoot back that it’s a skill issue, smacking his shoulder with a chalk-stained hand.

You notice the glint in Charlie’s eyes too late.

Either way, you both leave the climbing gym with your hair and clothes whiter than it was when you first came.

Medlar's Masterlist

Charlie Slimecicle

In His Mountain Goat Era | fluff | 680 words

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Life's too short not to rizz up the beautiful stranger in the club | fluff | 1.7k words

The Best of Us, The Worst of Us (The Last of Us) | fluff, heavy angst | 6.6k words

We Were (Never) Meant To Be | light angst | 955 words

I Still Love You (Do You?) | light angst | 1.3k words

a firefly in your night sky | comfort | 1.4k words

i'm in love with you too, dumbass | light angst, fluff | 4k words

you smile you snooze (i do, when i'm with you) | fluff | 1.4k words

you've captured me (and my heart) | suggestive | 1.4k words

photobooth shenanigans | fluff | 866 words

arm's length | light angst | 965 words

Just Roll With It

Blood in the Bayou

last one left in the bayou | AO3

Apotheosis

HTTYD angelstone au

The Suckening

thinking about Arthur Bennet and his twins

Rand live but his mind is gone in my book.

CW mental health issue mentioned/mental patient

if you did not notice, Rand is wearing a mental patient uniform in this pic…

whatever tommyinnit has going on is unethical nonmonogamy but not like cheating instead its unethical because he's holding tubbo hostage